Like a conditioned reflex, her throat choked up, and she instantly felt a familiar suffocation.
"Enough, let go of me, I need to go out."
"Zhan Xiaoyao..." The man held her delicate earlobe in his mouth, breathing warm air into her ear, "I'll only ever hurt you, won't hurt you again, don't be afraid."
Zhan Se's face, small enough to fit in a palm, was so hot it could fry an egg. Her gaze swept towards him, her words sharp when she spoke.
"You really have no shame."
Startled for a moment, Emperor Quan nodded in agreement, keeping a firm grip on her wrist, "Right, I'm shameless."
"Scoundrel, let go!"
"If I'm a scoundrel, why would I let go?!"
"You... you..."
Zhan Se was at a loss for words. Was there anything that might work against this man?
His black eyes narrowed slightly, and the man chuckled lowly, amusingly grazing her cheek.
"Emperor Quan..." Zhan Se's body shuddered, and she pushed hard against his head.
